The battlegrounds
of the past
are empty now.
The brave now
Scarred by
the same power
They swore to protect
In the end.

Was it worth it?
Ending all those lives
Breaking the minds
of those you claimed
to love.

Was it worth it to watch
them leave for
the last time?
To watch as they were
puppeteered
as pawns of

“FREEDOM”
Shouted the Man in the chair,
chanted the revolutionaries.
but really everything
was to a self serving end

Only
In death may
my freedom
come to me

staring down
the barrel
of his pistol
or seeing
my reflection
in his knife